However.
The woman frowned.
"How could This Emperor end up becoming something to be relinquished by these unorthodox sects?"
She couldn't help but reveal anger in her eyes.
In her previous life, her true form was an Immortal Emperor, but she was harmed by traitors and fell, only to be reborn here.
Originally.
She disdained joining any of these sects.
But in order to more quickly restore her cultivation and take revenge on the traitors from her past life, she had decided to hide in a sect first.
She thought that with her talents and methods, even in the strongest sect, it would be easy for her to mix in and become a saintess.
But what she never imagined was that because she had a hidden constitution in her body that the Union's blind people could not see, she was ranked at the very bottom, just barely qualifying to be a candidate.
But this was fine with her.
For her, a weaker sect would only mean it took more time to restore herself, as long as she could hide and not be found by the traitors from her past life.
But now, she was being treated like a plaything by a minor sect and transferred to another tiny sect?
How infuriating.
If not for her not daring to reveal herself easily for fear those traitors would find her trail, given her temperament she would have slapped these people to death.
"Girl, what is your name?" Yi Feng looked at her and gently asked.
However.
The woman just glanced coldly at Yi Feng, even more disdainful.
At least the Gate Master of the Nine Heavens Sect still had some cultivation, but this person before her didn't even have a shred.
"Heaven and Earth Sect Master asked you a question, did you not hear?" Seeing this, the Nine Heavens Sect elder suddenly bellowed.
The woman's eyes turned icy cold, wishing she could make her move right away.
But she endured.
Secretly comforting herself.
Su Yunyun, ah, Su Yunyun, in your previous life you were at least a female emperor.
Even this tiny Immortal River Continent is not worth your notice, so why bother contend with such people?
Oh well.
For now, just finding a place where I can quietly restore myself is enough.
And there's no real difference between wherever that place is.
After all, restoring my cultivation is the most pressing matter.
It's best not to make any waves before I'm restored.
Trash sect or trash sect, in her eyes there was no difference other than trash or even more trash.
"Su Yunyun," she said tonelessly.
"Then, Su Yunyun, join my Heaven and Earth Sect!" Yi Feng said gently.
Su Yunyun expressionlessly did not speak, nor refuse, which was as good as joining his Heaven and Earth Sect.
After thanking the elder brother from the Nine Heavens Sect, Yi Feng took Su Yunyun and Qing Huan and set off on the road back to Pingjiang City.
Helplessly.
The flying sword could not seat people.
Yi Feng had no choice but to rent a carriage, which Qing Huan drove as they hurried towards Pingjiang City.
"Ah, Su Yunyun, I understand. The Nine Heavens Sect giving you to me, in your heart there must be some complex feelings, I can understand." Seeing the silent Su Yunyun, Yi Feng gently comforted: "But don't feel disheartened. Although the Nine Heavens Sect Master is powerful, I am also very powerful."
Su Yunyun, who had been resting with eyes closed, now opened her eyes and looked at Yi Feng.
You are also very powerful?
She nearly laughed.
As for complex feelings, there was no basis for that whatsoever.
Going from one trash sect to another trash sect was all it was, how could she have any complex feelings? Did he think she actually wanted to join the Nine Heavens Sect?
However.
She suddenly discovered this youth was much more pleasing to the eye than that Nine Heavens Sect old man.
Especially that transcendent temperament, always wearing a trace of a smile, it was hard to feel disgusted, and he also knew how to give some comfort.
Not a bad gentle man.
When this Emperor's cultivation is restored in the future, perhaps I can support him somewhat.
I suppose from then on, your Heaven and Earth Sect should be able to bask in some of This Emperor's glory.
You can count yourself as lucky!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
